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LIX


Will none say of Sappho,
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Speaking of her lovers,
And the love they gave her,—
Joy and days and beauty,
Flute-playing and roses,
Song and wine and laughter,—

Will none, musing, murmur,
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"Yet for all the roses,
All the flutes and lovers,
Doubt not she was lonely
As the sea, whose cadence
Haunts the world forever."







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